Vārdi: Dead Confederate. Deaf to the Subtle Sound.

Preach me a sober dream
And make your lovers enemies
Here is one in front of you
My knives and tongue you won?t refuse
Vulgar display of truth
My distance used for breaking you
My lips are sealed but so are you
I?ll save your heart and damn it too
You were right, all right, all right, a crushed hand
You were right, all right, there was, a hard crash
We moved on, you wouldn?t stop
You always need to cum on top
To shake your filthy heart
To make your past and present part
Barricade to break me down
Blind to words you won?t allow
Deaf to the subtle sound
The soft-spoke words hearts scream out loud
You were right, all right, all right, a crushed hand
You were right, all right, there was, a hard crash
You forget, we all bleed
Woe, prayers for me
Woe, sympathy